and Suddenly

everything changes, every thing changes, civilizations turn to ruins and Humanity becomes debatable, and all of a sudden truth becomes adjustable.

Nothing stays the same, dictators become victimized and villain are virtuous and of unwavering principals.

Logical loses all of it sense, as the righteous become extremist and the shameless are considered courageous.
Reality is a relative variable, to be dismissed or reconstructed as any cynical heart desires.

All that once was correct and right is questionable. As morals and ethics are constrains of self expression. Everything that once was clear is now blurry. Everything is up to being debated and all have a conflicting interpretation.

Once a great leader and persona, today in the subject of the public debate and what is his/her sexual preferences, and the more eccentric the more accepted the opinion was. Once criminals today are victims of society, and history is jsut another tale once told and which is now very much doubted.

Everything changes, nothing stays the same.

The Wise One Says
“History, is a tell tale of One”

Since 2003

2003 was the year where one journey ended and another was initiated. I’m not sure that my next journey ever was set to motion, and if it did I’m sure I’ve reached no destination, for I do not know where is it or what is my destination. I had a plan that never got played out, and thus 3 years later everything is fuzzy and unclear. I knew where I was headed I knew how to get there and what I’ll become after that. But that journey was halted from the start.

I just moved with the flow of the things, and became a drifter and as one I had no aim no point. 3 year after life shaped my perspective, I used to try and make life fit me but now I see we all just fit in our places, as we are part of life and the world doesn’t revolve around us.

I know this I did nothing significant in this world, as hunger, anger, hatred and poverty are to large of problems for me on my own to solve. Yet still I believe I can make a change, maybe not now but sometime soon in some place I’ll have an effect on people. I want to have a touch on every one I ever meet. So like in the series “Rosewell” the aliens when they touch someone to help/cure or something they leave a glowing hand. So at my funeral when all the people come they would have on their bodies a glowing hand metaphorically but literally would be awesome.

The Wise One says
“Searching for the meaning of life, is living in theory”

Plan 45

Plan 45 isn’t a big secret, but it is Big in its own right!
This plan is my LIFE plan, as in what needs to be done before I reach 45. Almost everyone who knows me have heard about it. Well this is my Blog so I can repeat as many times as my heart desires.
45 is the age I believe I’ll live to see, if I die before that.. well it wasn’t in the plan and plans do not always work out, but they can frame the picture properly.

If I reached my 45th birthday, I’ll have a BIG party!, and everyone I’ve met through my life is invited.
So the parts of this plan is:
- have a friend/contact from each country in the world.
- visit all the contents, and have at least 45 visited countries.
- Adopt a child.
- work for the United Nations.
- get a masters degree.
- Go to Makka for Hajj.
- have a statue of ME.
- get my name published in the History books, “preferably grade 5 history text book”
- write a book “fiction preferably”

its not a before I Die list, it is my 45 Plan.

The Wise One says
“ Always set a Plan, then follow the moment”

Trust.

What does it matter, if you have someone you could trust and call a best friends, or if you had no one at all you could trust. For one thing I’m sure off, is that there is no one you can completely trust. Not a sister, nor a friend. They all repeat what you say, parrots are at least more honest about it.
Trusting others is pointless you only set up your self for disappointments. Why do we need some one to share our secrets with, secrets are meant to stay that way.
We all need a friend to talk to, a sister/brother to fight with and we all need some one to love, still we can’t trust any, humans are built up not to be flawless but to be learners.
They tell you need to trust someone, I say just have faith in people, and don’t trust them. They all fail you in one way or another.
Everyone has a secret, yet I who do not want to know them, always find secrets unfolding. i try so hard to forget them, as they destroy faith.

My only wish is people keep their secrets hidden, as faith is vital for our existence .

the Wise One says
“Trust no one, to stay surprised”

Roles

Are we born in our Role? Or do we grow to fit a certain role, and out grow another. Are we committed to those roles or do we change them ever so frequently as we change our costumes from one play to another. Then what is constant if our roles are just changeable variables. Identity, Character and personality are all formed by the roles we play, if that’s in a constant change then what makes us “us”.
Do we chose the roles we play, or are they reinforced on us by society, family, friends and life.

I’m an introvert but everyone thinks I’m an extrovert, is this a façade I’ve put on unconsciously, or am i a poor judge of my own character. Does this means I’m hypocrite, for I believe one thing and act another way.
Are some roles easier to play than others, for instance I have the role a dumb clumsy girl in the family, I never get the society talk and interest in other society member affairs and I never know the people worth knowing. Then I’m the smart bright girl at school, I understand every new concept quiet easily and quickly, I ask all of the smart question, and discuss all of the important things, I know the people worth knowing in this field. Doesn’t this make our roles very contradicting, isn’t it either smart or dumb.

We are very contradicting creatures, we eat meat and raise goats as pets . We eat chicken and we got canaries as pets.

The Wise One says
“Embrace deformations, as reformation can be ugly”

Sound from Hell

Why doesn’t good luck stay for long, for some reason or another good luck always seems to be a trickful thing. For a while it treats you well, you get good grades, you get to eat all that your heart desire, you get to wake up knowing its going to be a good day. AND you buy you first Mac laptop! Some how luck seems to run out as money runs out after buying the Mac. I was very happy and joyful, until that moment, when you are happily chatting about you delightful day and everything stops for a second time freeze and mouths drop! And your mac has flipped of the table and on to the floor. Paralyzed by the sudden change of luck! You wait for some one to say pick it up!! I do and I turn it on, and it starts doing this funny noise (no there is nothing funny about it, its sounds like cutting bones!) so here you are hoping nothing bad happens! And you say I still believe in my luck and good fortune, so I go home & everything works fine, but still there is the sound from hell haunting you, I so do hope I’d wake up tomorrow and the sounds would leave me alone me and my mac, and tomorrow will be another happy day.

The WiseOne says
"Luck has nothing to do with life"

HiStory

The present is a repetition of the past and the future is a repetition of the present; ultimately its all a repetition of History. And that’s why we study history. After sleeping through 60% of the classes and leaving the class 30% of the time, and getting 61% each term I realized its use. I knew I wasn’t stupid when it came to studying, because one semester I realized I should try and study otherwise i’m very close to failing the course, so I did my best not to fall asleep while reading the material and I got 95/100 on the test. I passed the course and never again took American History again. I can see now the point of teaching it, but surely I’ll never study it again. So this flash back to grade 10, is due to listening to the song Try not to cry- for Sami Yusuf and Outlandish.

the WiseOne says
"Make your own Mistakes, and do not repeat anyones Glory"